Naked

44 Revolution

I opened my eyes the moment I heard the footsteps round the corner of the turn. I had laid myself on the floor, my face slapped on the dirt with my hand just right in front of me.

I groaned out a breathed out a groan and just stayed as I was. I was so tired, so hungry. My lips had chaffed from the many times I had licked them to bring some moisture back and my ribs were poking through my skin and clothes, making my comfortable position on the floor uncomfortable. If that makes any sense to anybody.

My gaze riveted at the door, waiting to see who would come after so long. I forgot what day it was but somehow I felt grounded. Was it Death the one that was coming through those halls to claim me? If that was so I was glad this charade was ending.

It was a massive failure. I was a failure. I failed Gerard, I failed Lynette, but most importantly I had failed myself. I wasn't ready for this. This humiliation, this utter devastation of one's self.

The footsteps sounded hurried and then they stopped before starting up again. For a moment I got confused thinking that men who knew where to go didn't stop and neither they spoke in hushed voices.

My ears perked and my heart jumped at the thought of someone being at the other side of the door to save me. I tried to move but my body didn't obey, I was just so tired.

'Gerard.' his name slipped through my lips like a prayer just as tears ran down my eyes. Was it him? Could it be him? Please, please let it be him.

'Gerard' I choked a little louder this time as hope, filled my chest to the brim.

'Shh' someone on the other side hissed. 'Did ye hear that? This way!'

One Gerards men, maybe? I didn't recognise the voice but I choked out his name again. It was him!

He came to me! He came to get me out!

I felt as though I was going to about to fly to the heavens but when the door was slammed open my entire being plummeted to Hell.

There were five unknown men before me, staring at me with a knowing, evil glint in their eyes. Oh, no.

Tears fell freely from my eyes. I was doomed to suffer for the end. Until the end...

'She's all weak and laying down. Ye won't give us any trouble now will ye, girl?' the man in the front sneered and started unbuckling his belt. He pulled it out of its belt loops and threw it aside, the men on his sides doing the same licking their lips.

I just closed my eyes, trapped inside my own, useless body. There was nothing I could do, no part of me to move. I was paralyzed.

The moment the man's hands descended upon my head and grabbed my hair I heard a man scream so vehemently in my ear I was forced to open my eyes in surprise.

'WAKE UP!' the voice nearly pierced my ear and threw the flurry of my wild hair I saw a familiar face right in front of my face.

'Wyat.' I mumbled before he let go of me and I plunged my head in the dirt again.

'Started having nightmares, girls?' he asked and two dull sounds echoed right before me. My body now fully functional immediately jumped to action. My left hand pulled back the mane of hair and my neck craned to peer at the items left for me.

I licked my lips and my stomach burned at the sight of the beautiful bowl filled with food and right next to it a whole jug of water.

I dared a glance to Wyatt to check if this was indeed for me or some evidence at least for a trick, but the man only nodded nonchalantly.